Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
About to mass hysteria

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains excite the feds
And ain't' a thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's

It's

It's like that, you know like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, ain't an army that could strike back
So I react calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
Cause when my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And can't come near
And yo, go to to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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